the monterey segment made made me appreciate kelp forests.. i mean, how pretty is this? and look at that gorgeous garibaldi! so funny that it's just a damselfish (we have those too!).
I had this same idea for Flat Cara, right down to the ziploc bag! :)
Lots of creative Flat Stanley pics on Flickr...
she is getting to be so darn pretty :) and she's still just a mini replica of the fluffers (come home!).
i haven't mentioned elliot in a while.. thought he was due for an update. since being given his freedom to the outdoors at the new place, he has been outside 95% of the time. in fact, for a week or so, all i saw of elliot was a shadow here and there. i was convinced i was going to just have to leave food out for him and let him be the feral cat he was born as. but not so..
inside, he's often under the bed, inside the hole he's ripped in the box spring cover. but if i sit ON the bed, he'll scramble out and come up for petting.
now here's where it gets cute..
last night, i had a VEG-OUT-&-WATCH-TV night. he was on my lap the whole time.. at one point, he collapsed next to me, on his back, feet in the air, as i rubbed his belly. eventually, he'd settle in and start to nap in a little furball, but if i dared to MOVE, he'd wake up and run back up by my face for more petting. and if i don't pet, he just rubs against my hand anyway...
even in his awkward teenager state, elliot is a good kitty. that makes me so happy. :) instant (good) karma, it got me!
this picture is from when he was still at the adoption area in petsmart. that other black cat was his friend, a girl cat. i felt horrible to take him away from her, but the option of leaving him didn't make me feel so good either..
I had to post this because, of course, Macy is in it.. look at the cute bundle of munchkin! And then also I HARDLY RECOGNIZE AMANDA because she has gotten so grown-up. Weird. I wonder if I'm gonna cry when I see her next month and be THAT aunt.. "I remember when you were just a tiny baby, and now look at you!" Sniff, sniff.
My friends is so sweet! Last night, under the ruse that we were going to go to some gay restaurant on Las Olas, Alli dragged me out of the house, quite against my will. But first we were going to stop off at Alex's to get Alli's gloves she had "left in his car."
Despite the fact that:
1. Bill & Susan were baking my birthday cake right under my nose while I was at their house;
2. Mark called Alli and she announced, "774? Who would that be?" Luckily, she's from Massachusetts too, so it made sense that someone from that area code would be calling;
3. Alli switched stories on the way to Alex's and said we were going to someplace off of Oakland Park (I assumed she & Matt C. were taking me to a sex store at that point); and
4. I walked right by Matt Hoe & Ralph standing at the grill at Alex's place and never noticed them..
I was completely surprised when I walked into Alex's place. "Surprise!" Alex said. "Okay," I thought. Then I looked behind him and saw Mark and Andrea standing there. "Oh! I get it!" Bill & Susan arrived shortly after, kitty litter cake in hand.
So anyway, sweet friends, eh? I was mighty impressed. I didn't get too many pictures, but there were a few other cameras going.. Wondering what will make it up on Flickr...
Saturday night was fun, even though, despite my best efforts, I stayed pretty much sober the whole night. At least I was there to document the shenanigans of the other girls. :) We went out in Loxahatchee at a place named Boonie's. Mullets, bad perms, and confederate flags galore. And you know you had a good time when someone gets cut off (Alli - her first time!) and everyone is covered in hickeys. :)
go check out phitar's latest pictures from phnom penh. heartbreaking. somehow moreso that it says they were taken today.
Oh, too funny.
Check out the "sightings." I'm sure y'all have heard about this.. old net news, for sure. But someone made FSM decals for your car, a la Jesus fish, and I think that is just way too funny.
I always reasoned that it was OK to give away my beloved Mini because I still had the big Fluffy. Now I have neither. :~(
Still no sign of the Fluffers. No response to my signs. Tonight I am expanding the search and taking some signs with tear-off numbers to a few grocery stores and the local pet shops. I am hoping someone has spotted him.
I've been taking it really well because I just assumed he'd be back. But what if he isn't? I don't understand. Is he lost? That thought kills me. If he's packed his bags and joined the circus, okay. But what if he's just lost? I remember the way he'd come tearing after me when I got home after a long day away, or how he'd come to the door if it was raining outside and mew, knowing I'd let him in and all would be well. He knows I'm safety, so why isn't he back with me? :~( Wish me luck. I can't deal with the fact that I gave away all my kittens, Mama was taken from me, and now Fluffy..?! I love that Fluffy-tail clan so much; how can I not have one? Mew.
Last night, I went to Target. I took out $140 from the ATM, intended to be my money for the week. (I've imposed a budget.)
I went up to pay for my hummingbird feeder and soup and discovered I had exactly $7 (and change) in my purse. I started freaking out, checking all my pockets, ripping my purse apart.. I finally told the cashier that I'd have to come back.
I went over to the ATM and stared at it. It sunk in: I left my money in the ATM. I couldn't believe it. Could I really do something that dumb? I wondered. But I couldn't remember actually taking the money. Aggh!
I kept thinking, 'What can I do?' ATMs always have cameras, but it'd hardly be a criminal offense to take money out of an ATM that some airhead had forgotten there.
So I'm standing there, the contents of my purse emptied on the customer service counter, thinking exactly how bad LOSING $140 was going to be for my personal finances. "That's nearly my plane ticket home!"
That's when a lady walked up with a little boy and said, "Did you leave your money there?" "Yes?" She handed over a wad of cash. "My son found it and gave it to me. We were taking it to the security guard."
Wow, right? Wow. I gave the kid a $20. His eyes lit up and he said, "Thank you," even as his mom tried to give it back. Very cute.
So anyway, I feel very lucky. And very much like I should not be allowed to handle money. Whee!
Still no sign of him, not since Saturday. I'm still keeping pretty cool about the whole thing. After all, Elliot only came in for the first time since last Friday just last night. Before then, the only way I knew he was still in the neighborhood is by catching glimpses of him here and there lurking in the shadows. But no glimpses of Fluffy at all.
He'd better come home. I keep going out and yelling for him and thinking how relieving it'd be if he came bounding over in the grass, like he used to. Sniff, sniff.
Thanks to my horrendous pictures from last weekend, I am now hitting the gym with a vengeance. I knew I had been gaining weight, as the amount fit-and-look-okay clothes has been slowly dwindling, but I hadn't looked at a picture of myself and thought, "FATTY!" until the last batch. So, yeah, I'm back at the gym, running/ellipticalling (yes, I do realize that's not a word) and lifting weights with my feeble little T-Rex arms.
I have so many picture-worthy things to look forward to that I should look and be healthy for: going home to meet Macy and see the family, Alli's wedding, COSTA RICA, and the summer diving season. It's always nice to have something to think about when you're on the elliptical and you have 10 minutes left but you really, really want to stop.
Luckily, this brief foray into the land of the no-longer-a-size-6 I think has given me a good attitude adjustment. I think there was a day when I would've been too ashamed of what a chunk I've become in those one pictures to post them, but now.. well, okay, I'm having a fat period. So what? There are far too many things that are far too lovely to not experience and share just because I've been enjoying cheese pizza a bit too much lately. :)
Anyway, the Costa Rica plans are coming along. Cahuita is one of the places I want to go. Ahh, excited! I've not had an exciting vacation in ages. I'd forgotten how much fun the planning is! All this looking-forward to do! :) :)
because whose life doesn't need a little more bunnies wearing sweaters?
Elliot was MIA until Monday night, at which point I finally saw him creeping around the backyard.. so I hope that will be the case with Fluffers too. I wasn't home and the Hungarians were, so I'm just worried he thought I wasn't coming back or something. I dunno. I'm not freaking out too much at this point, because I know cats.. But still, PONDERING Fluffy not coming back is.. unfathomable. :(
so anyway, a reminder to y'all - be nice! instant karma, you know - it's gonna getcha. :)
I hope Mamacat is happy in Kendall and found someone who is willing to go sit in the bed just so she'll come in and want to be loved on. :)
so today all my old co-workers have been in and out of this office.. we have a deadline to clean up all the old stuff, so they've been in to cart their abandoned yet wanted monitors and fax machines out the door.
this means i got to see paola. she was my bud for the first six months or so that i worked here. then she ran off to bolivia to care for her aunt. and colombian david, whom some of you have heard about due to his long-winded way of telling stories. i swear i sat there one day watching him for, like, three whole minutes while he tried to figure out what month of 1994 this one thing of no importance had happened.
anyway, they both were here today and we did our latin-kiss thing and then were talking. what's up? they said. nothing much, said i. same ol' same ol'. oh, but i did have kittens! then i showed pictures. also, the boyfriend? now an ex-boyfriend. i figured this would be news of significance to the both of them due to the number of days i came in here crying inconsolably.
david laughs and says, que bien! he has a very thick accent, this david. then goes onto say, "You need to be happy, to have a man who treats you very good. And now that we are no longer co-workers, I can tell you this and it will not be sexual harassment. You are a beautiful woman, look at you! And you are so nice! You have your pick of the men! You have those very big legs.." i just sat there giggling.. like, oh, if I didn't understand the whole false-cognate larga/large thing, he'd be in some trouble. (larga in spanish means long, not large.)
anyway, me and my beeg legs found that amusing. and being complimented is always nice, too. :)
Sadly, on Saturday, Alli and the Grounders got, well, grounded.. so she wasn't able to make the party. An occasion in my life this year where Alli was not present - how strange.
Happy Birthday, Bethy! Sorry I didn't have such a cute idea as Meg.. Although being a woman of the childless sort, I would've had to have the kitties spell out Happy Birthday in dead lizards or something, and I doubt it would have been as charming. :)
Only 21 days until I turn 28. Scary. And yick, my birthday's on a Monday.